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Wednesday, April 17, 2013
I suppose that, as a ’blogger, it’s my duty to make some commentary on the horrific tragedy in Boston on Monday. I’m probably late to the party, as it’s been almost 48 hours since explosions ripped through the crowd of spectators at the finish line. But what can I say? The words just escape me. I feel numb, just like I did on 9/11. The media saturation hasn’t helped matters any, and it often infuriates me that the media tends to wallow in the carnage at times like this. The same video clip of the explosions played over and over again is like a traumatic flashback. One of my favorite TV shows (Revolution) got pre-empted last night because NBC …
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
I had my surgery yesterday. It went better than I had been led to believe. I’m in remarkably little pain this morning. I can’t really see the surgery site, since it’s on my rear end, so I stood in front of my camera and took some pictures with the timer. No, I am not going to post them here, and you’re welcome; they’re pretty gross. Now comes the scary part: finding out if it’s cancer. While that would be a heavy blow, there is some solace in the fact that this is supposedly a very easy cancer to cut out.
Remember that HPV vaccine Michele Bachman was so riled about a couple of years ago? If it had been …
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
When the Chorus sang its Olé Olé Olé concert back in March, our smaller ensemble OutLoud! performed what I think was one of the most depressing songs I have ever heard in my life. It was called “La Llarona” (“The Weeping Woman”) and it was based on an old Mexican legend about a woman who drowned her children in order to win the heart of a man she loved. Even then he still rejected her, and she was so distraught with grief that she killed herself. She got to heaven and was asked where her children were, and she just said she didn’t know. So they won’t let her into heaven until she finds her kids. One of the …
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